A Rhyme Less Reason

Without reason rhyme would not be sublime. Un-metered runs of tale-tossed words, un-timed would reasonably scatter like broken chimes, petering-out upon the parchment page of springtime. Without season time could not unwind in measured meter with unearthly reason kind, scattering broken bits like brittle finds across the fragrant fields of summer time. Without lessons man would not advance lifetimes, measuring his earthly mettle in the after time treasuring the gifts of life with autumn’s wine, His reason is not ours to know, though it seems kind. Without rhyme or reason, we search for the Prime, the holy gift of love and peace exsisting before time. Now, as we enjoy the gifts of winter most pristine, we praise all that’s holy for the gift of life's time. Poet: Debbie Guzzi Contest: Put Your Best Rhyme Forward